• the_elf 5w

    The one who raises us is truly our parent, even if they did not give birth to us.
    This poem is dedicated to one of my friend who is all alone with her grandma and his grandpa....he used to tell me his feelings and poem...and I depicted his feeling into this short poem

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    Growing up with grandma. . .

    I don't know when it happened.
    I don't know when she came,
    But she's the one I always knew.
    Grandma was her name.

    She taught me how to tie my shoes.
    She taught me how to talk,
    And though I can't remember,
    I think she taught me how to walk.

    When all the other kids in school
    Would talk about Mom and Dad,
    I wondered where my parents were;
    That made me kinda sad.

    And sometimes there were days I'd cry
    Or hide my head in shame.
    But Grandma took it all in stride
    And loved me all the same.

    She'd wrap her arms around me
    And kiss me on the head.
    She'd tell me that she loved me
    When she tucked me into bed.

    Being a teen, I remember the days
    When being with friends was more fun.
    And I wondered what it would have been like
    To actually be someone's son,

    To have a regular family,
    Some siblings, a mom, and a dad.
    What had I done to deserve less than others?
    Sometimes I felt so mad.

    "It's alright, it's okay," Grandma would say.
    "One day you'll understand why.
    Life just isn't fair to everyone, you see.
    It's always okay to cry."

    And when I went off to college,
    I met the love of my life.
    It was Grandma who was the first I told
    That I planned to make her my wife.

    Soon after I'd become a father,
    For that I could hardly wait.
    To have a child of my very own,
    And to make my Grandma a "Great."

    A little girl to share her name,
    For all that she'd given me.
    So much I owed to Grandma.
    That was plain to see.

    As time passed and life grew short
    I hoped my Grandma knew
    That it was her love and her support
    That always got me through.

    If I could tell her one more thing,
    "Thanks Grandma," is what I 'd say,
    "For loving me and making me
    The man I am today."

    May 6, 2018
    ©the_elf